The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 184: 184: Truth Comes Out After Drinking (2)

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Xia Siyu had two modes when drunk.

When she was utterly intoxicated, she would talk nonsense and uncontrollably send a barrage of texts and call someone persistently to bother them. If you paid attention to her, that was fine. But if you ignored her, she’d just keep sending messages nonstop until the other person broke down.

However, when she had just started drinking, from being slightly tipsy to drunken, she’d become very quiet. She was not someone who easily got drunk, and even if she drank a lot her face wouldn’t turn very red. From her appearance, you couldn’t even tell she was drunk. She would just sit there quietly, listening to your jokes, occasionally letting out a silly laugh but never for too long.

To the unaware, she seemed like she was just listening quietly to the conversation, displaying a very sophisticated and mild temperament. But only those who were very close and familiar with her knew that she was actually pretty high.

But this second mode rarely appeared. Xia Siyu either avoided alcohol entirely or drank herself into a stupor. Moreover, in recent years, it was rare for her to be seen in a drunken state. The entertainment industry is too complex, and for a beautiful woman to get too drunk, it was inevitable for others to have wandering thoughts. Even if she didn’t suffer any physical harm, getting captured by paparazzi in a few indecent photos would still subject her to days of mockery from netizens.

Even Zhou Weiwei, who was on good terms with her, seldom saw her just as the alcohol was starting to affect her.

Bo Yan hadn’t expected that Xia Siyu would get drunk after several rounds of wine with dinner. Everyone else was still laughing and making noise at the dining table. Sometimes when they cued her, she would still smile. No matter how you looked at it, it all seemed perfectly normal.

Everyone knew that Xia Siyu’s alcohol tolerance was only half a bottle of red wine. Bo Yan watched from the sidelines, scrutinizing her drink and only when he saw the waiter pour just a little bit into her tall glass did he feel relieved.

However, when it was time to go back to their rooms and she had just said “let’s go back” in two words, Xia Siyu immediately stood up briskly, standing straight as a rod, then turned around as stiff and robotic as an android. Bo Yan, who had been observing her, finally felt that something was off.

He tried calling her, “Xia Siyu.”

As expected, Xia Siyu stopped, standing there with good temperament, with neither anger nor words, even carrying a smile on her face.

Seeing how quiet she was, Bo Yan instantly knew she had drunk too much.

Bo Yan didn’t expose her; he just calmly got up and then walked in front of her. In front of everyone, even the cameras, he said, “There’s a bit of dirt on you, let me help you get it off.”

Xia Siyu, as expected, didn’t move a muscle. His expression was too composed, his movements very steady, and throughout it all, there was no physical contact with her at all, just a gentle brush at the collar of her clothes—turning off her microphone.

But the venue was noisy, and the other microphones were still picking up sound, so neither the director team nor the live-stream audience realized he had secretly turned off Xia Siyu’s microphone.

Then, in pairs and small groups, everyone continued to return to their rooms. Bo Yan purposefully lingered behind, and Wang Zisu hurried a few steps to catch up with Xia Siyu, “Sister Siyu, I have something…”

Before he could finish, Bo Yan pulled his arm from behind, “It’s too late, whatever it is, say it tomorrow morning. You should rest well too. We still don’t know what tricks the production team will play tomorrow.”

He watched Xia Siyu enter her room smoothly before following her in.

And then he closed the door.